The Blessed (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Poison

Harry had a perfect memory and was a sweet little child from the age of two.  At three years old, he could speak any language on muggle earth just by breathing.  But he also had to cook and clean and garden, for his cousin, aunt, uncle.  Harry had a very hard life with his relatives.  Every week on Saturday, he was beaten by his uncle and locked in his cupboard.  Every birthday he was given a harsh beating as a present, so he grew up to think that his name was Freak Boy, and he was their slave.  It was on his seventh birthday that everything changed.  His uncle went a little too far as he was drunk that day.  Glass rained on his head, a chair crashed on his back, and multiple kicks to the ribs.  Then his uncle stomped on his face, and his eyes flew open to red irises, and his uncle looked into his eyes, and dropped down dead.  In fright, Harry ran away from home and into the wood by the park on Magnolia Crescent.  All he could feel was fear, and all he could do was run.  He ran and ran until he came upon the streets of Charing Cross at midnight.  He snuck in an alley by a pub and laid down to sleep.

Harry's POV 

My eyes fluttered open to the sun shining in my alley.  I stood up and to see the busy street of Charing Cross.  I heard a humming in the air and was drawn to it.  I walked into the pub, 'The Leaky Cauldron' and down the back to a dead end.  I placed my hand on the brick wall, and like magic, it opened into a place I could somehow hear was called 'Diagon Alley'.  Cobbled roads, and shops with cauldrons, robes, wands, books, and much more were seen in my view as I traveled down the road.  Then I saw it, a magnificent white marble building, guarded by fierce black beady-eyed warriors.  I walked in to see an empty bank and tellers of these goblin creatures.  I walked to the first and asked the questions that had been bugging me, "Excuse me, do you know where I am, and do you hear that humming?"  I didn't realize until after I said it that I was not speaking English.  All the tellers looked up in shock, until the one I was at smiled.

"Hello young one, I am Teller Forgefist, and you are at Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley," he paused, "yes I hear the humming, I am surprised that you do, however," then he stood and walked away calling, "follow me, young one."  with nothing better to do, I followed him cautiously.  He led me to an office of sorts, and knocked on the door, "enter," a voice said. 

"Head Goblin Ragnok," Forgefist began as they entered, "this one has been blessed by magic, and I would like him to do a blood test,"  Ragnok looked up in surprise at me, and beckoned me forward.  I sat in a chair shyly, and Ragnok held out a dagger, "prick your finger please," he requested.  I reluctantly did so, and the sucked on my finger.  He dropped the blood on a parchment an handed it over.

Name: Harry James Potter

Father: James Charles Potter

Mother: Lily Marie Potter (nee Evans)

Blessed by:

Goblins

House elves

Merfolk

Basilisks

Unicorns

Phoenix

Inherited Titles:

Emrys 

Le Fay

Gaunt

Slytherin

Gryffindor

Potter

Black

Peverell

Inherited abilities: